This is our transition day. Going from a driving, night here, night there to trains, week here, week there. We also decided we needed to only bring carry on bags, so we have ten days of clothes, and yes, today is day ten. Up fairly early, we checkout. The hotel appears to be a restored Greek mansion, with marble everywhere, a reflecting pool in the courtyard, but with every electronic convenience. Patra, itself, is suppose to an artsy, technology city, but all we ever saw was high rises, narrow streets and farmers markets. The laundromat is right downtown on a very busy street. With a week of Greek driving and encouragement from the concierge at the hotel, I just double parked in front of the laundromat. I have never double parked in my life so it was a little scary thinking about some 300 lb Greek guy telling me that I blocked him in, but within half an hour the entire block was double parked by people smaller than me. With the laundry done, we dropped off the car in about 2 minutes, leaving us only 7 hours to catch the ferry.
So far the ferry has been enjoyable, drinks in the bar, dinner in the restaurant, nightcap in the bar, back to the cabin for the night.
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